Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I hope someday I can do the same for her.
I have no idea how long we stay joined together, her on top of me and my dick embedded inside her.
But it’s a long time.
“I love you,” I whisper against her neck.
“I love you too.”
I maneuver us gently and pull the covers over us. I kiss her on the top of her head. “Stay. Please.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I wake before my alarm, which is unlike me. Rory has moved to the other side of the bed and is softly snoring.
Yes, the most beautiful woman in Snow Creek snores.
I won’t tell her. It’s too cute.
I pull her close to me, and she lets out a soft sigh without opening her eyes.
And I’m thinking…
I move downward, taking the covers with me.
I think I want pussy for breakfast.
I lick her softly, slowly. Sweet, sweet Rory.
Above me, she moves, making the soft noises of someone waking up relaxed.
I nibble on her clit, and her hands thread through my hair.
“Morning…” she murmurs.
“Morning,” I say against her wet thigh.
“Feels good…”
“Tastes good…” I growl. And then I continue my work.
Within a few seconds, she’s coming, and I crawl forward and push myself into her wet heat.
Slowly we make love as the morning sun begins to rise.
Afterward, we lie in each other’s arms, until Sammy rustles me up.
“I’ve got to let the dog out,” I say.
“Okay.” Rory rolls away from me.
I rise, throw on my jeans from last night, and make my way to the kitchen to let Sammy out the back. Then I put on a pot of coffee and make Sammy’s breakfast. Once she comes back in and is eating, I pour two cups of coffee and go to get Rory.
I nudge her. “Sweetheart, I have to get ready. Do you have lessons today?”
“Mmm-hmm. Not until ten, though.”
“Do you want me to set your alarm for you?”
“No. I’ll get up with you.” She doesn’t open her eyes, though.
“You’re so cute,” I say.
That gets her eyes open. “I’m not cute, Brock Steel.”
“Did I say cute? I meant beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.”
“That’s better.” This time she stretches her arms above her head and actually pulls herself into a sitting position. “I should go home. I’ve been neglecting my poor dog.”
“Why don’t you bring your dog over here?”
That gets her wide awake. “What?”
“Move in with me.”
Her jaw drops.
And I have to keep my own jaw from dropping. Did I really just ask this woman to move in with me?
“Brock…”
“I know. Crazy, right? But I really want you to.”
“I…”
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“I mean, you just sprang this on me.”
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too, but moving in… That’s big, Brock. Really big.”
Yeah, it’s big. Part of me can’t believe the words came out of my mouth. Me. Brock Steel. Infamous Steel playboy.
But I don’t regret the words. Not at all.
“Maybe I want big with you, Rory.”
“But we haven’t talked about the future…”
“No, we haven’t. Why do we need to talk about the future? We’re happy today. We love each other today.”
“Moving in is a big commitment.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Are you kidding me?” She stands, paces around the room in her glorious nakedness.
“I’m not kidding about anything,” I say.
“Brock, we’ve been in love for…what, a day? Two? Moving in is a big step.”
I’ve heard the stories about my parents and all my aunts and uncles—the stories about how we Steels fall hard and fall fast. Then I watched it happen to Dale and Donny.
I never believed it would happen to me. Never in a million years. But it has. It has totally happened to me.
“It doesn’t have to be such a big step, Rory.”
“How can you not see this?” She shakes her head as she shimmies into her jeans. “Moving in together is one step below marriage.”
“Then marry me,” I say.
The words are as big a surprise to me as they are to her.
But I can’t unsay them. I don’t want to unsay them.
“For God’s sake, Brock.” She steps into her shoes. “I’m not marrying you or anyone.”
“Ever?”
“Not today, anyway.”
I rub at my jawline. Has she forgotten she may be pregnant? Why isn’t she all over this? “Rory, where is this going, then? I mean…” I glance at her abdomen.
She sighs. “I just got out of a relationship, Brock. You know this. And I love you. I love you more than I loved Raine. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. But it’s too soon. How can you not see that?”
“How can you say it’s too soon when you might be pregnant with my kid?”
Her eyes widen.
I went a step too far.
“Rory… I’m sorry.”
“Oh, God…” She walks into my arms. “I’m the one who’s sorry.”
“You haven’t done anything to be sorry for.”
“The truth is, I love the idea. I just don’t want to love the idea.”
“Moving in? Getting married?”